They first called her Ashes
But that was just Silly
Ashes was no name for that
Little grey filly
A pretty rough start
For that little girl
But she showed she had heart
And gave us a whirl
A new owner soon
Who started to see
Just what
That little grey mare could be
You sure couldn’t push her
Or force her to bend
But with patience and
Time
She gave in the end
Stubborn and stoic
Tireless and strong
She‘d give what she got
And go the day long
She made me a friend
Lasting and true
And though I wouldn’t admit it,
I loved her too
A stealthy horse,
In shadowy state
Before you would see her
She would slip out the gate
Time marched along
Just like it does
And we are left wondering
Just where it goes
From Ashes she came
To Ashes she went
But the time in between
Was brilliantly spent
She runs through my mind,
Now and again
Like the warm southern wind
That gave her a name
Shiroc and her son Blue
Stay safe everyone
8 comments:
Another good tribute poem.
You have such a lovely talent for poetry! I've missed reading your blog and look forward to catching up!
I agree with Goodwife! You do, you have such a talent!
I think I remember this poem, and I liked it then and still like it now.
That was beautiful and touching!
What a beautiful picture of the two horses together.
And a mighty fine poem to put it to.
great re-run, I do remember this one!
Even better the second time!
Okay, the third, isn't this in the book?
yes GL, it is in the book, but the honorable mentions and the poems that could accompany themm were written kind of far apart so ...
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